The kindness of strangers: while we waited outside in the rain, a young boy brought us hot tea and cake
Our youthful enthusiasm was starting to falter when a child came out of a cottage with a basket, sent by his mum
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It was 1974 and my school friends and I decided to backpack around Tasmania in the middle of winter – go figure. We were three mates in our late teens, without a clear plan.
After arriving on the ferry, we hopped on a train owned by a mining company and travelled through the wild and unpopulated Tasmanian west coast to Queenstown. It was all forest and mountains, and so utterly freezing, we sat in our sleeping bags on the train to try to warm up.
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© Illustration: Victoria Hart/Getty Images

© Illustration: Victoria Hart/Getty Images








